My garden is ever evolving. But I believe that’s the nature of gardens. Honestly, my idea of gardening evolves too.
I love to begin a day here and end a day here. It enlivens me to start my day and calms me to be ready for rest.
It’s my small piece of heaven.
My Dad raised bird dogs while my brothers and I were growing up in East Tennessee.
In the field, quiet, with his dogs – that was the closest thing to heaven.
The photo I did this painting from was taken the last time he and I ran the dogs together. I’m still uncertain as to why I had a camera with me that day. But I’m thankful I did.
He died a few short years later.
On that still, autumn afternoon we had no idea we were making a memory that would last a lifetime. A comfort to cling to when memories are all we have.
I can still recall the feeling of that day.
I don’t remember a lot of words.
I just remember being together.
Time is a gift from God.
Moments are pieces of that time.
Some moments become treasures.
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